Friday morning I met a prisoner at clinic 2A. (Clinic 2A is the transplant clinic I frequent for my monthly blood letting. Clinic 2A is always entertaining. Eventually I will have an entire books worth of Clinic 2A one liners.)
Friday mid-morning I was told I pack too much for a weekend trip (I packed a small duffel bag). I was told to pack less than a fanny pack. I re-packed. (Just so you know, I was packing for a day at a festival, a night at a show, and a morning at church. yeah, a fanny pack. I succeeded. I'm awesome.)
Betty Crocker watch out! I baked chocolate chip cookie bars Friday afternoon for the car ride.
Friday evening, apparently the rumor had spread of my newly achieved champion status because as my boyfriend and I entered Wisconsin we were greeted by a giant fanfare of fireworks right over the highway! It wasn't at all distracting or dangerous.
Friday night, I was going to "couch surf" for the first time. (Don't be confused, this is different than sleeping on a friend's couch. Mostly because if we were staying at a friend's house my friend would have been there to greet us when we arrived.) Instead when we arrived (right on time I might add) we were without a bed. So after walking back to the car via the trail that was over a pile of tomatoes, along a row of old school desks, and pass an abandoned giant street light that was stuck somewhere between wanting cars to clear the intersection and letting people turn left, we found are way down the road to a small bar. Well, we were hoping it was a bar. There wasn't really a clear entrance. So, we went to the only visible door, a white door that could have easily been placed on any house in all the middle class suburbs of America. Yay, it opened! Yay, there were people! Seven to be precise. Seven drunk strangers who all simultaneously turned to stare...which, of course, I took as a more than welcome greeting and pulled a chair out at the bar. I order a Bud light. One of my three options: Budweiser, Bud light, Miller light. Turns out they only took cash. So, I abandoned my boyfriend with the seven strangers still staring and went back to the car to get my cash. When I returned, my boyfriend had mustered the courage to break the silence and we were suddenly one of the gang! Just kidding. We drank our beer quickly and left an hour later to hope our couch surfing hosts were home.
Still Friday Night. Well they were kind of home. Turned out it was an open door policy. We got a hold of one of the residents via phone who informed us our mattress was in the first room to the left. Well, the smell of the place really summarizes everything. You know that college house smell of a kitchen that hasn't been cleaned in a few years and the random saved furniture from the garbage scattered around. You know when the furniture really smells, but you think you got a great deal so your brain somehow manages to tell you there is no smell. Well at this point I was tired and I did not care. It was free and I had no money to spend. So I unrolled my sleeping bag and changed into pajamas. Before sleep, I needed to use the bathroom. Why I didn't go at the random scary seven drunk stranger neighborhood bar, I do not know! On my way to the bathroom I met Johnny, the black cat. Of course, just what this experience needs. A black cat. Well the bathroom sink didn't have a faucet, it had a hose that ran to the stand alone tub and the toilet, well I would have preferred a whole in the ground in rural China. So with unbrushed teeth and the fear of hepatitis I went to sleep with the comfort of a strangers black cat.
Well that was Friday.
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